So I go to take a bath, and the bathtub is so goddamned nasty that I have to clean it out to be able to set foot in it in good conscience. So I go and get some rubber gloves from my brother's bathroom/medical supply repository, and what do I see? The hair from when Moo was testing out this new shaver-thing on Scott two days ago STILL ON THE FLOOR. And yet Moo has the unadulterated BALLS to complain about how WE don't clean up around here? I mean, as a cosmetologist-in-training (and especially one who's familiar with Scott's level of hygiene), that is utterly revolting. I mean, even if I weren't going to be in that business, I'd be seriously squicked. But I nearly came to the point of wretching at the sight of it! Urk, now I know what Doo was always talking about...
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